This year marks the first in six years that I haven’t had at least one of my sons at home full-time. Take a second to digest that, I’ll wait.
This has been an exciting transition for my guys. For me? Not so much. Don’t get me wrong, I am very secure in our decision. I just miss the big ol’ fellas.
I love the homeschool lifestyle. Waking up whenever I want (7:00 a.m. is the perfect waking up time) and not having to plan my families activities around a school calendar affords incredible freedom. Meeting after church on a Sunday night? Sure! State Junior Olympics Competition on a Friday? Why not!? Stay up late on a Wednesday? Go for it.
Mentally, I’m still a homeschool mom. I still subscribe to the local support group’s email list because they have the inside track on all the cool family activities in our area. I still drool over those amazing lesson planners and super sales on homeschool stuff that pop up in my inbox.
I will never pass up a good sale on school supplies, ever. I’m pretty sure I am hard-wired that way. I get giddy when I see the huge bins of pens, pencils, and big pink erasers. Don’t even get me started on binders-I found the cutest one the other day, all girlie and bright; and then there was this really sturdy one with the rubber edges, and the mini one that holds 5 1/2 x 8 1/2 paper… I may have a problem.